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once upon a time, they had been inseparable. the sea had nearly torn lafayette away, but she had rescued him.

to his utmost chagrin, he had not returned the favor.

and now, she was back, and he felt a chasm between them—but here lucette was, anyway, as if by instinct, in his time of grief. more practical than he had ever been, she began to bundle up what remained of bastean, preparing him for burial.

then, with the makeshift coffin gently clutched in her jaws, she began to walk away.

luce— lafayette started; it took a moment for him to shake away the numbness to follow. he caught up with stumbling steps, nose at her flank like a diligent servant. where you takin' 'im, lucette? i t'ink he could be buried by our manman—

she was headed for the graves, right?